Tavish listened to her, keeping his head resting against her back, one hand moving slowly over her side trying to be soothing. For a moment he wondered if he'd done this to the girls he'd slept with. He didn't think so. They had all but stopped with their lips around his cock. At that thought he cleared his throat slightly.
Turning her over, he made her look at him. "Shut up, Red," he said softly. He still felt like shit, his head clogged and his chest congested, but right now this was a little more potent. "You don't need to cover up. You're to be my wife, remember?" He leaned his head down, letting his lips brush over her collarbone.
"I know it's not perfect but there is at least that," he whispered.